Hooves on the Turf

(song stuck in my head)

Well I’ve been hiding in this bag of bones
In a dream where no one comes to wake me up
So long, so long, chemical inversion
Smiling on the black talk[?] cause my mind’s made up

Cause I’m riding
On a long shot
And the future’s bare
And my radio’s on

No entrance, no evidence
No black burns[?] of fire
In a dream where no one comes to wake me up
We’ll all go
We’ll all go
I’ll see you in that halo
Quiet like the body of the passing thought

Cause I’m riding
On a long shot
And the future’s bare
And my radio’s on
Cause I’m riding
On a long shot
And the future’s bare
And my radio’s on